Kidy
Hi, little one. Night has come, soft and blue, and you and Growy are snuggled by the open window. Everything looks sleepy. Then, very quietly, the world begins to whisper goodnight, just for you.
First the clouds drift by, slow and silver. 'Goodniiight,' they hum in low, puffy voices, telling little stories of all the places they floated over today: a mountain, a sea, a garden just like yours.
Then the tall tree by the window sways its leaves. 'Shhh, shhh,' it whispers, like a giant, gentle friend rocking you. Each leaf is a tiny hand, waving you softly toward sleep.
You look up and ask the moon, 'Are you sleepy too?' The moon glows warm and answers in a calm, silvery voice, 'I will stay awake and watch over you all night. Close your eyes.' And gently, it lays a soft blanket of silver light right across your bed.
Your blinks grow slow and heavy. Growy whispers, 'When you listen closely, the whole quiet world is wishing you goodnight.' The clouds, the tree, and the moon all hush together, soft as a blanket.
Safe and snug, you settle down while the gentle night holds you. 'So, little one...' Growy whispers, 'did we grow a little today?' You nod, almost asleep. 'Then here is your little grow for tomorrow,' Growy hums. 'Whisper goodnight to three things you can see from your bed.' Everything you love is here, and everything is calm. Goodnight, little one.